There was only one word that could sum up how the life of Hajime Hinata had played out so far: chaos.

It was complete and utter chaos, and not even his plethora of talents could save him from his own thoughts. He laid restless in his bed for what felt like the hundredth time, though he was infinitely appreciative of the quiet.

He was not so thankful, however, for the way his beloved partner clung to him like a backpack, which was uncomfortably overheating him. The blanket draped over them both didn't help in the slightest.

"Hey, get off..." Hajime groans, making a noncommittal effort to pull away.